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[Smut] [AFAB!Reader] Men Who Get Feral With You
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NSFW, 18+, smut, AFAB reader, implied feminine reader, fictional men being fucking nasty with you, hard kinks, multiple orgasm, fingering, choking, spitting, slapping, breast play, biting, marking, blood, praise, degredation, daddy kink, creampie, aftercare!, CHARACTERS ARE 18+
FUSHIGURO TOJI, RYOMEN SUKUNA, MIGUEL O’HARA, WRIOTHESLEY, Childe
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He’ll squish your face with his hands to make you look him dead in the eyes as he uses 3 fingers to pull another orgasm out of your aching cunt that’s still waiting to be filled up properly.
“Yeah, c’mon baby, you can handle it… Just like that princess,” he’ll say as you convulse on him as waves of pleasure wash over you.
He’ll bottom out in you immediately, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. You’re especially tight from your orgasm only seconds ago but he loves the squeeze and the fact that you’re absolutely dripping with your own release. He slides in easily despite the extra resistance.
He also gives you no warning before immediately starting off at an insane pace. The rough sound of skin slapping already filling the room.
“Mmmf-fuckkk, have I not fucked you properly recently? Y’pussy's fucking squeezing me,” he says while knowing you can barely respond from how fucked out you already are. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your body remembers me tonight.”
He pushes your legs up and folds you in half as he continues his relentless pace, bruising your cervix as he hits you so deep he can’t even bottom out. He’s too big for you but you take him so well anyways.
He’s so fucking filthy with you. He’ll lean back to stop breaking you in half just so he can choke you with both hands. It’s overkill but you love the light headed feeling you get. Your vision blurs as your tongue lolls out slightly. Your heartbeat is in your ears as the sinful sound of skin slapping starts to dampen, your eyes rolling back into your skull.
He fucking loves seeing you so cock drunk for him as he chokes you. Drool starts dripping down the side of your mouth as he rams into you hard, abusing your sore cunt.
When he releases you, you let out a deep groan as the blood flows back into your delirious mind. Your senses hit you like a truck and the bruising grip he has on your hips turns into pleasure.
“Yeahh, fucking take it sweetheart, I know you can,” he groans. “Be a good girl and open up.”
You open your mouth wide to accept the string of saliva he drops into it. Your eyes are lidded as you swallow it.
“T-thank- Ah! Hngg… Thank you d-daddy,” you whimper.
“Good fucking girl, such a good slut f’me.”
He’ll grip your tits hard and give them slaps from time to time as he uses you as his personal fleshlight, not that you mind.
When he gets close he’ll start marking you like he’s in fucking heat. Biting the sensitive part on your neck, sucking at your skin until it bruises. Sometimes he even breaks skin, lapping up the metallic blood that seeps out.
He always likes to make sure you cum with him though. He’ll aim for your spongey spot as he rubs rough circles into your clit.
“Mmph! D-daddy- feels s’good… m’gonna fucking cumm.”
“Yeah? You deserve it baby. Let go.”
You clamp down hard on him, your orgasm finally fully hitting you as he stuffs you full. You throw your head back in a silent moan before high pitched sobs fill the room. You’re barely even registering his words or how bruisingly he’s fucking you at this point. He’s helping you ride your high but it feels like you’re barely coming down, the waves of pleasure keep coming.
“S-shit- c-cumming” he says before bottoming out, his cock twitching as he fills you with his hot cum. He rocks back and fourth as he fucks it all into you.
Your body is shaking and your legs clamp on the sides of his body, wanting to close from the overstimulation. He leans forward to kiss your neck as you both catch your breaths.
When he eventually pulls out, he’ll collect the cum flowing out of you and stuff it back into your weeping hole, not wanting to waste any of it.
He always treats you so gently afterwards though. He’ll run you a bath, give you a nice massage, make sure you use the washroom, and make you some tea.
He gets so feral for you that you wonder if he’s really the same person with how sweet he is with you during aftercare. But, you both know that you just bring out that side of him, he can’t help it when it comes to you.
Thank you for reading!
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Stepdad!joel stepdad!joel stepdad!joel stepdad!joel stepdad!joel 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
Amazon 📦
2700, stepdad!Joel x f!reader. Stepdad Master List
New: BONUS SNAPCHATS, and one more (what if)
Ty for always ID-ing stepdad in the wild @gracieispunk including this pic ILYSM!!
SUMMARY: You give Joel the cold shoulder. He's sad and horny and finds a way to get your attention with a gift. He snapchats you a lot.
A/N: Shout-out to @scratchietella (cum ask).
WARNINGS: I8+, POV alternates twice, jacking off, stepcest, degradation, angst, reflection on cheating, a bit of whump and a hint of reader dacryphilia. Joel comes a lot (7x or so?), and I spelled it the short way for disambiguation. NO use of Y/N.
After you let Joel give you head, he thinks he’s back in your good graces despite cheating with your mom. But as soon as Joel leaves your room, you must be putting on your clothes. Because within less than a minute, you call Jacques on your way downstairs-–in earshot–to apologize on Joel's behalf for rushing him out.
Joel follows you downstairs, but your Mom is on her way in. You go out the front door, and when your Mom walks in from the garage, Joel is standing at the kitchen with his hair all messed up from running his hands through it in distress. He doesn’t know if you’re going to Jacques’s, back to your apartment, or out, but he doesn’t like it. Joel knows he has no right to tell you anything, but that doesn’t stop him from calling you. You don’t answer.
Your Mom isn’t home for long. She goes right back out, at which point Joel goes straight to his dresser to retrieve both pairs of your panties: The pair you gagged him with after he gave you a ride home, and the pair you stuffed in his pocket in the kitchen on Thanksgiving. The ones from the car are already ruined by his own cum, but the ones from Thanksgiving are all you.
Joel lies on the bed and lubes up his cock, still hard from eating you out. He puts on his glasses and looks at the screenshots he took of you before he knew Snapchat was telling on him. He whimpers as he strokes himself.
After a minute of looking at your scandalous photos, he feels pathetic for clinging to such a tiny morsel of you when he needs it all. He tosses his phone aside, closes his eyes, and smothers his face with your panties as he strokes himself. He takes in deep breaths and he grunts and moans into them, and his hips involuntarily flex like his fist might as well be you.
For the thousandth time, he imagines putting an end to his misery by just fucking your shit up. Busting in your door, grabbing you by the throat slamming you against the wall. Shoving his tongue down your throat and his hand between your legs. Tearing your clothes off as you whimper his name. Then taking you to bed, only so he can put you on your back and spread you wide open.
He'd memorize the folds of your dripping cunt as it twitches and begs for his tongue. Flip you over and shove himself in without warning, making you mewl as his girth splits you in two. Pounding you. Spanking you. Yeahh, just railing into your needy whore cunt as you whimper under him. He sees your face screwing up as he cums inside you with a harsh grunt, finally giving you what you wanted all this time, a cunt full of his load.
Cut to his own fist full of it on his bed. As he lies there breathing, the shame sets in. Not only the stepcest shame, but also the knowledge that he'd never have the balls to do any of that. It’s barely believable enough to get off to. And then the guilt sets in – the guilt of what he did, how he fucked things up with you. He feels guiltier about this than he felt for cheating on your Mom. He feels like he cheated on you.
He puts away the evidence and washes his hands. Then he stares at your text convo. He has to figure out how to make things right.
You don't respond to a single text or snap for the next week or so, and you don’t come back to the house either. Joel feels even more desperate. He’d do anything, if he only knew what might help. He needs something to get your attention. He doesn’t sleep with your Mom, and your Mom doesn’t care. She doesn’t even bring it up. He’s pretty sure she’s having an affair anyway. Brazenly. For her to confront Joel about his lack of interest would be to risk Joel confronting her about the affair. Joel isn't sure if it’s physical or just emotional, but it doesn’t matter much. He’s over it.
Joel thinks about you at night and wonders if you think about him, too. He envisions what you might look like, thinking of him. He imagines you with your spine arched, toy between your legs, closing your eyes, just soaking your sheets as you sigh his name. One night, he’s picturing this, really choking his cock. He groans then sighs as he cums into his fist. And then, when he’s recovering from his climax, that’s when it hits him. How to get your attention.
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You’re lying on the couch watching TV. You’re distracted. Joel’s outreach has been ambiguous so far. He hasn’t said anything about your mom. He hasn’t begged for pictures, much less for another chance. He’s only begged for forgiveness, over text. You haven’t opened his snapchats because you don't want to be reminded about what he did. You don’t want a serious talk or a lecture or god forbid details. You don’t even want a sincere apology, unless it’s in the interest of fucking you.
You get a notification that you have a package at the leasing office and sigh in exasperation that you have to make the trip there when it's probably not even yours. You aren't expecting anything, but sure enough, it has your name on it.
It’s a vibrator. Your heart races when you read the gift message. “Thinking of you. A lot. I’m sorry. J.” Unwanted butterflies swarm in your chest and you try to bat them away. He even included an extra pack of batteries. How. . . thoughtful. Smart, too, because if it were rechargeable, you’d never plug it in. It would feel like an admission of forgiveness. But since it’s battery-operated, you can just pull the battery tab as soon as you get horny. And of course you do. You lay on the sofa where you and Joel hooked up before and you take the toy for a spin. His ploy is working, you’re thinking of him, and you’re too horny to care.
You finally open his snapchats. They're a mix of horny and pathetic videos. They start off horny, just showing you a bulge in his pants or he's jacking off with your panties.
Video: Then something non-sexual. A closeup where he’s just looking at you with messy hair, puppy dog eyes, and dark circles. “Talk to me. Yell at me, I don’t care. I'll take anything.”
Video: Then horny. Palming himself over his joggers. Whining your name in a whisper. “Please.” His desperation turns you on.
Video: A sad one the same night. He's sweating, looking like a little more of a mess, forehead glistening, catching his breath. "Don't throw this away." He breathes for a few more seconds.
Video: Another sad one another day where he doesn’t really say anything but his face says it all. He looks awful, as if he’s not sleeping. Red eyelids, might have been crying. He starts to say something, “I—” he takes a deep breath. Then he shakes his head, looks up and it cuts off.
Video: A horny one that must have been the same night. He looks the same, but his reddened eyes look hungry. His lips are parted and he's taking in a shaky breath with his arm moving slowly off screen. "I just miss you." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He turns the camera down where his clothed erection sticking straight up in his joggers, just jutting into the air. His hand pushes it down and he slowly grabs it.
You leave his snaps on "seen," not even beginning to reply. Then a few minutes later he sends a new one. A minute after that, another one. You leave those unseen for the time being.
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Joel sees you open the old snaps. That's progress, he thinks, and boldly assumes you open them when you’re horny. When he starts to second guess that assumption, he gets self conscious and thinks it might be for the better that you don’t open the last two snaps. They might have been too much. . .
Video: He’s sitting in his office chair in front of a full length mirror. He’s manspreading and his joggers are hugging him in a way that emphasizes his bulge. His big, veiny hand is slowly rubbing his inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where he desperately wants your touch. He says, “Ya know,” (deep breath) “I should be doin’ that for you.” Then he palms his arousal and says, “Ahh, fuck it.”
Video: A few minutes later, he’s slouched down in the chair. His T-shirt is pulled up well over his belly button and his hand around his cock. After just a few wet strokes, he sighs loudly as he cums all over his abdomen. It’s a lot of cum, like six or seven ropes. Then his stomach rises and falls with heavy breaths for a few seconds before he ends the video.
He’s grateful for the glimmer of hope but still beating himself up. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s not even sure what you want. At times, it feels like a losing battle. He’s not even sure what you feel. At some point he thought he knew, on some level. He thought you both knew, the moment you kissed, it felt like there was something electric neither of you could articulate but both of you knew.
It felt more than skin deep, but he couldn’t say where it went within either of you. He still can’t say. It’s not like you were in love. Certainly not batting eyelashes at each other or making future plans. Half the time you were bickering. But there was something there. Even if it was only physical, it was deep in your bones and something made it electric.
The further it gets from that moment, the more he wonders what you ever wanted. Is he your play thing? Do you get off on torturing him? Did you genuinely enjoy chatting with him? Do you get off on sneaking around or would you be into him if you knew each other a different way?
He pushes those thoughts away and keeps coming back to the physical spark between you. The hunger in your eyes. Your persistence. He wants both of you to take a leap of faith–not into a relationship–but a leap backward to the beginning. This all burned down and needs to be rebuilt from the ground up. If he lets it cool and builds it right, maybe it can become something better. Abstaining from other people feels like a good start. He can’t think about whether you’re seeing anyone else or it keeps him up at night.
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The next day, you’re horny again. You get comfortable and turn on your new toy. You tell yourself opening his snaps doesn’t mean anything. You don’t have to respond. It won’t have any effect on you. But when you watch those two in his office, and oh, God. It takes you no time flat to cum, and cum hard. You don’t say anything back to him. He texts you, “did you like that?” and you don’t respond. He continues, “if not i’ll stop, sorry. Lmk.” You don’t let him know anything at all. You stay radio silent.
Over the next couple of weeks, he keeps snapchatting you. Even if you don’t open it that night, he knows you might go on a spree and open several in a row, probably when you’re using his gift.
Video: It’s a computer screen with your insta pulled up. He’s at the desk in his bedroom, the one where you found him jacking off to your pictures a few of months ago. He points the camera down at his lap and he’s wearing gray boxer briefs you didn’t know he had. You see the very clear outline of his hard cock atop his thigh, straining to burst out of them. “See what ya do to me.” He runs his hand down it with a low sigh.
Video: A few minutes later, selfie mode, breathing heavily. Hand wrapped around his shiny cock, stiff and swollen. He fists himself at a beat that’s becoming as irregular as his ragged breaths. He grunts as he thrusts into his hand. “Oh, fuck—oh—-ohhh fuck, I–nngg–” He devolves into a groan as he erupts in his hand. It shoots back toward the camera. It takes a good thirty seconds of him moaning and sighing and catching his breath before he’s finally done emptying his balls.
Video: He’s on his bed, rear camera facing his lap. cock and his hand gliding wetly up and down it. “I can’t believe. . .” (heavy breathing) “-oh, fuck—I–I can’t --I can't believe,” (moan) “I ever turned you down.” (long, drawn out orgasmic groan).
Photo: Close-up of his lap with a boner. His hand resting at his groin. His hand has no business being that hot. Caption: How’s silicone joel treating you.” You roll your eyes and begrudgingly smile just a little as you use the silicone joel and quickly tap for the next snap.
Video: He’s in the office again, standing in front of the full length mirror. He’s in boxer briefs and his thighs swell out from them. No shirt. He pans so you can see him head to toe, shirtless. Then he relaxes back in the chair, manspreading. The snap ends and it cuts to the next one.
Video: Now he’s breathing fast, stroking his raging erection feverishly in the next one “Ohh-nng-Oh–God–Fu–” (moan) “Fffuuuck” (loud, low sigh). Stringy white ropes rocket onto his abdomen as he shudders loudly and strokes himself slower. You rewatch this one multiple times and count seven real ropes before it’s just gurgle. Seven.
You think about getting your ipad out and taking a video of this one for later use, but you accidentally tap for next. By now, he's completely unashamed.
Video: He’s in his car. You can only see his lap, and the ample bulge in his joggers. “Had to pull over.” He scoots the seat back, rubs himself slowly, breathing heavily. “Just thinkin’ about” (low sigh) “the way you came all over my mouth” He pulls his waistband down, spits on his cock, then sighs loudly. That snap ends, and in the next one--
Video: He's just cumming–really hard. It’s his fist around his cock. “Oh, fuck,” (a gasp, then a soft, ragged groan) “Fu–” he cuts himself off with a long sigh as he cums into a t-shirt. You can’t see the cum but know it’s a lot. You see his cock twitch and his hips lift as he sighs again.
Photo: His big, masculine hand is holding a peach. Caption: Every fkn thing reminds me of you.
All this time, you’re still not responding. Not so much as a thumbs up or sweating emoji. But you keep watching them, day after day, until one day, he doesn’t send any. You use the toy and just think about him, envisioning his videos, and replaying your encounters. You don’t just think about him jacking off, you think about him crying, too, and that turns you on just as much. You picture him crying and jacking off and you cum instantly. Then you feel kinda bad.
In your post-nut clarity, that’s when you realize you’re pretty much ready to move on from it. Because you start to worry. Maybe he’s had enough of the games. Maybe he’s given up. Maybe you shouldn’t have punished him like this. It was fucked up, so fucked up, but the memory will fade. You detached enough in the moment that it's not that vivid to begin with.
Joel is married. He’s always been married. That's why he was always saying no. They kissed in front of you days before. Instead of insisting on a conversation, within sixty seconds you were putting your panties in his pocket. Then you made a pass at him, and he got you off on the kitchen counter. Then you kissed.
That kiss. It was so loaded. Packed full of tension and potential. A glimpse of what could be had. There's no doubt in your mind the sex would be explosive.
If Joel hasn’t given up, maybe this interlude got you a little closer to what you want, somehow. There's only one way to find out.
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THANK YOU for reading and engaging. Your reblogs and comments mean so much to me, and I love when I start to see new “regulars.” It’s so exciting really. Love you guys 💙💙💙
Special shoutout to stepdad’s lawyer @milla-frenchy for expert counsel!
A/N: Based on a) people wanting her to hold out on him longer (which is what this was) and b) what i want to do on vacation, I think the vacation is going to have to be after Christmas.
FAQ: I’m not planning on pursuing the jacques/cheatbacks storyline rn, you can HC that however you want as for what she did that night (if anything). Don’t really wanna address the mom situation more, and probably won’t answer plot Qs. That way maybe you'll get the next story sooner --- I’m kinda trying to make this easier to write so it won’t take so much deliberation and weighing opposing inputs lol.
TBH it was supposed to just be sexy, smutty, scandalous, “we shouldn’t be doing this” PWP and it kinda got away from me. But I at least wanted to give a little insight into Joel’s POV with this one.
Now back to the agenda: [cock, baby!.gif ].
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Hi so I don’t know if you’re taking requests at the moment but a couple days ago I fell onto the concrete on my way to school and both my knee and leg were bleeding and needed one of those big patch bandaids so I was wondering if you could do like the Hazbin Hotel characters when there kid falls over and gets hurt like I did only they hurt both of their knees and they try fixing it first then they go to there parent and ask for help (no I definitely don’t struggle with asking for help what are you talking about) and they need like multiple patch bandaids on both legs, sorry if I bothered you with this request have a nice day/night
OOP I HOPE YOUR KNEE HEALS LOL! And yeah I don’t like asking for help either 🦆 also sorry if some of them are short because I didn’t write in order and kept skipping to finish other scenarios.✨
HOW THEY REACT TO CHILD! GN READER GETTING HURT:
Charlie
You were training to skateboard as you seen it on a dvd Alastor had for you. You seen how the human teens were skateboarding and wanted to do it as well.
And how did that go for you?
You fell with a face plant as you got up from the concrete from the pentagram city you known and hated for its crimes. You grumbled cursing yourself out as you kicked the damn skateboard as you wrench feeling a burning sensation in your knees to only look down and see them bleed.
At first you panicked like a dumb ass as you had a very shocked pikachu expression. But damn you didn’t want to ask mom….so you went to the hotel and go in your room grabbing some medical things.
You watched plenty of movies where they take the mc to the hospital…of course you can do this!
Time later, and you couldn’t get the hang of it as you actually tied your hands together with a wrapping bandage.
Charlie found you and snickers but grew concerned when she saw your knees. Good thing she was good at bandaging things.
So at the end it was a soft end as you had a cool skull bandage on both of your knees
LUCIFER
You were supposed to be in bed, BUT NOOO YOU WANTED TO BE A BAD ASS KID AND SAY NO!
You laid in bed with a grumpy face “fucking bed time…fuck bed times. I go to sleep when I wanna sleep…” you say under your breath. >:(
It was basically giving Eric cartman 🦆
You got out of bed as you sneak around the palace as you held your hand out letting out soft fireworks for a light source. Like hell…you didn’t wanna get caught but shit you were actually thirsty.
You went to the dinning room and go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You flew up with your three pair of wings and grab a glass. You smirked and turned around to find Lucifer, your father in his duck pjs tapping his foot with a raised brow.
You yelp shocked as you accidentally dropped the glass making some glass shatter as you flew to get away only to run into a wall.
At the end, you scrapped your knees by the wall somehow as the kitchen walls were brick and you slide down.
Lucifer tried to help you but you ran to your room as he sighs at his stubborn child…
“What in the world was they thinking…”
Alastor
You found out about your shadow like powers your father had and wanted to test it out as Alastor had his own shadow watch over you with a soft smile.
And how did that go for you?
It went kinda well you suppose as you did some shadow tricks and even shadow transportation.
But….
He found out you were injured before you knew yourself. His shadow grabbed you into his lap as he shakes his head in disapproval at you getting yourself at how you tried to shadow transport but ending up falling on your knees first from the air.
“My sweet little doe…you must be more responsible with your powers…” Your father said as his shadow counterpart wraps your knees in a bandage wrap
VAGGIE
You were skating around the hotel and wanted to do a 360° on the hotel stairs as you let out a gremlin laugh putting up a 🤟 as you said “YOLO!”
Cut to you on your face as your skate board is rolling away from your flat out body on the floor. Yeahh….you ate your own words as you didn’t think you would fail a sick trick.
You got up but hissed looking at your knees that has carpet burn..
“Shitttt” you said hissing still getting up as you grab a skull bandage and putting it both on your knees.
Your mom found out tho….and boy did she give you a huge lecture about skating in the hotel as you felt ashamed at making your two moms, especially the mom who is pouring peroxide on both of your knees to disinfected anything in it.
“You’re grounded from your skateboard….” “WHAT!”
Husk
“Kid the fuck happened to you…” Husk said as you had turned your back from him. Husk scoffs as his own child wasn’t responding to him. He grabbed you by the scuff of your shirt and you faced him with teary eyes.
Context: you tried to run downstairs as your favorite show was on but ended up falling down the stairs like a dumbass and slide like a cartoon character as you sobbed just laying there
Husk’s eyes soften as he sighs sitting you on the bar took grabbing a med aid kit and an alcohol wipe. Husk didn’t want to assume but he just had to say it.
“So..kid, you gettin' picked on or something?” He asked as you jolted shocked making him narrow his eyes as if it was the right answer
“What?! No! Pops I ain’t gettin picked on…”
“ then answer.” He said seriously..
You told him the truth as you promised him not to laugh at you….he laughed as you scolded him.
ANGEL DUST
Let’s just say…monkey see, monkey do.
You saw your father practicing his pol dance skills as you watch clapping and appreciating skills. Your eyes shine amazed as your father left you with some leftovers from last dinner the hotel crew had with you.
You ate waiting for your father as you hum peacefully with fat nuggets by you. Your little mind wanted to learn how to pole dance elegantly like your father.
So what did you do?
You got on that damn pole and bruised the fuck out of your knees. Literally you tried to get down safe, maybe like a fireman? As you slide down you hit your knees first than your feet as fat nuggets squealed worried for you.
Your father came in tired as he sighs. But then he instantly comes over to see what was wrong as you covered your knees with a shy smile as fat nuggets poke his cute little nose to your hands covering your knees.
You didn’t want to ask him for help as you felt ashamed for doing dumb shit but Angel takes your hands off your knees and sighed again.
“Jeez kid…if you wanted to learn the sport, ask the pro next time sweetie.” Angel says kissing your head as you nod with a soft smile
SIR PENTIOUS
You tripped on his tail falling on your two knees as the egg blitz jumped at shocked. Your father didn’t even noticed as he was just excited to make smoothies with you.
You didn’t cry…no…of course no-
You cried like a little bitch…
BUT WHO COULDN’T AS IT HURT YOU!
You held both of your knees as the egg boiz surrounded you trying to calm you down as your papa slithers by you trying to see what was wrong. One of the egg boiz named frank explained what happened. You tried to say it didn’t hurt and that you could stand up.
You stood up with wobbly bleeding knees with a weary smile as you face planted.
Yeah pentious picked you up with his tail and cried to Charlie at how he is a horrible father for harming you as you and Charlie tried to call him down.
He calmed down as Charlie helps while pentious kept asking if you were okay
ADAM
You flew into a window having glass shards in both of your knees as you let out a scream.
Cut to you being escorted by angel guards to your house as Adam was pissed and tired .
“Fuck kid…just..” he rubs his eyes as he pulled your ear inside and slamming the door to the guards.
“Ow! Dad chill the fuck out old man! Ow ow ow!” You yelled as you hid your wings while Adam grumbled with an irritated expression. Adam definitely gave you a smallest lecture while cursing you out at how he is tired of having the guards come to his door.
Adam sighs looking at your knees while you huff covering them. Adam tries to pull your hands off your knees as you flinch away from him. Now Adam was serious as he pulls your hands off your knees with force. Only for his eyes widen with shock to see your knees cut with glass shards.
“Oh you gotta be fuckin' kidding me….” Adam says as he gets up and goes to get med kit. As much as an angel can self heal in heaven. You are only a kid…so it’s kinda slow unless you are a grown adult.
“You’re gonna be the death of me you little shit..”
Lute
Lute was busy training the other angels for the next extermination as you smile eating some food your mom brought you “couldn’t whine” about be hungry. As you watch your mom be a badass, you tried to mimic her moves only to bust your cheek and fall on your damn knees as if you were praying to the lord himself.
You got up and see gold blood coming out of your knees as you covered a small scream and ran out of the room your mom was in.
She definitely heard you as she side eyed the door you left out of. Her suspicions grew when she was tracks of gold blood where you were.
She just sighed as she facepalmed and told the females to halt in their training as she flew after you.
HAH YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE YOUR WOUND FROM THE BLOOD THIRSTY LUTE!
AND HER BEING YOUR MOM?! yeah fuck no…she’s immediately throwing you over her shoulder as she takes to a nurses office as you wounded yourself while she brought you to work with her….
For context, it was Bring your kid to work day…..🦆
So it kinda embarrassing having some of the angels coo at you while lute had a nonchalant face as she patches you up.
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desperately need him to tell me to be silent
fool me twice
pairing: joel miller x f!smuggler!reader
word count: 2.7k
warnings: eighteen+ content, piv, mean!joel (more frustrated than anything), dirty talk, public sex-ish, small mentions of hair pulling and biting, thigh riding, orgasm denial, established enemy’s with benefits.
note: yeahh you didn’t ask for this but i couldn’t help myself because i’m addicted to this man and i need him in every way possible!! special thanks to my darling @psychedelic-ink for beta reading this ilysm bby.
part of this world but you don't have to read it to enjoy this!
You could play dumb, tell yourself lies, and wonder how you ended up with your back to a dirty building's brick, out past curfew, playing a game of innocence with a man who can read bullshit from a mile away.
A fact everyone knew.
Or comes to learn if you decide to test that scowl and glint of cruelty in his eyes that many mistake for miserableness.
Facts you’ve come to learn from your own foolishness—and the countless times your boss has sent you to deal with a fuckup he made. Because who’s going to mess up such a pretty face. His words, when you had told him to do it himself. But his cowardice won out, and you had to grit your teeth and refrain from familiarizing your fist with his jaw.
Smuggling, stealing, and scavenging were preferable to cleaning up shit or burning corpses until the stench of burnt hair and skin embedded in your own flesh lingered far beyond any crevices murky bucket water could clean.
And besides the few assholes you had to deal with, the job wasn’t bad.
Joel could be put on that asshole list. He was definitely on Robert’s. But to be fair, if you too had gotten a handful of blackened eyes and bruised ribs from Joel, you’d send a lackey to do your job to cover your ass for having screwed the man over once again.
Unlike the other assholes he sent you to deal with, dealing with Joel was more of a pleasure than an inconvenience.
Even if he could read through your bullshit. Maybe that’s why you liked him so much. Why these meetings went so easy, you could lie through your teeth and he could decipher the truth through your smirk and tone so easily that you barely had to try to be believable because you knew he already knew the truth.
But that didn’t mean you still didn’t try to come up with your best lie. to prod at that scowl until it thinned out, his jaw clenched, sick of your shit before the game even started.
Playing dumb had no room between the two of you because there was a lack of it. Not when his chest is pressed to yours, pushing you further into the wall, making your lungs gasp for the air he’s forcing out of you.
“You gonna keep me here all night, or are you gonna make this easy for both of us?” His tone stern, rigid, threatening.
And you’d be scared if you couldn’t feel the hardness of his cock pressing into your inner thigh. If the two of you weren’t used to this. This little game—the play before the third act—that has curses and nails digging into each other's skin.
You once attempted to retrace the events that led to this situation that the two of you frequently found yourselves in—touches and grazes that only occurred during these meetups. Your eyes avoided each other in crowds and on the street when you weren’t in this alley. When you weren’t making a show of threats and being pissed off.
The anger was always real for Joel, though. Always truly pissed off at Robert’s need to be a slime ball. The anger never faltered, even when he was buried deep inside of you. You paid the price, that would usually be a punch, a bruise, with a hard fuck and not being able to sit down the next day without wincing.
And in the sickest, filthiest way, you loved it. But that is what this world creates—ways to survive and sustain. To cover up the ugly with something that stings and burns with safety and life. A reminder that what you’re doing isn’t as bad as what's beyond the walls. You can still feel bad, hurt, and fuck because you're alive and not growing fungus.
“It wasn’t–”
The tight grab of your jaw, his fingers digging into your heated skin, make your words die on your tongue. “No matter how many times you repeat it, don’t mean I’m gonna believe it. What did Robert do with the battery? Bullshit me and you’ll regret it.”
“That a promise?” Your smirk lasts all of a few seconds before you’re wincing from the marks he’s leaving against the skin of your jaw. A silent threat. A look of rage in his eyes; a fire you know you won't be able to extinguish no matter how many jokes and lies you tell tonight. “He sold it to someone else.”
“Who?”
“Ahh, I don’t know.” Your nails dig into his wrist as you try to pry it from your aching jaw. His brows raise a warning that this is your last chance. “I swear.”
There’s a low growl in the back of his throat as he releases you, but he makes no move to remove his closeness. His chest still stealing your air. There’s a slight look of anguish laced in his curses and lowered brows. It makes you feel bad, and it's annoying.
Robert was a piece of shit, but it wasn’t your fault he fucked up this deal. So why should you feel bad? Take on those feelings when it wasn’t your deal to begin with. It’s not as if you and Joel were anything but warm bodies to take things out on. He didn’t need your pity, and you didn’t have the energy to give it to him.
What you did have the energy for, though, was making the inside of your thigh unbearably hot. That heat trailing up your body and embedding itself in the ache between your legs that housed your desire for Joel.
It’s why you don’t think twice about rocking your hips forward at the right angle so the seam of your jeans rubs against the top of his thigh, giving you the friction your throbbing pussy needs—your own thigh rubbing along his hard cock.
The shudder your body gives from the motion, the repetition of it, makes your insides melt even more when Joel’s glare burns a hole through you. He makes no move to stop you. Just watches you, eyes flashing between your lips and the way your hips move against him.
“Joel,” you whine. The noise is more of a demand than a plea for him to touch you. To get to the best part of your night before FEDRA catches you coming on his thigh and the two of you get locked up.
“What? You don’t need me to get you off; if you want it, take it.” His palms splay outward and bracket around your head as he puts them on the dirty brick, encasing you completely now. Shielding you from the darkness around you, all you can smell is him—musky, burnt coal, wood—in the same breath as all you can feel is his weight on you.
“Joel.” Your hips stutter to a stop. You refuse to beg him; you didn’t beg. Neither before nor after the world went to shit. You were not going to start now, even if the outcome would be in your favor.
Was this your punishment for the fuckup? “Are you really punishing me right now?” You want to laugh, want to berate him, and feed him more bullshit so he can’t see the disappointment that’s slowly seeping into your chest.
He doesn’t answer, just pushes his leg up and moves it along the crotch of your jeans. "Go ahead,” his mouth comes closer to yours. "Take what you want, isn't that what you do anyway? You take and take,” his movements match his words. "And there's no consequence," he says, as your nails dig into his shirt and your hips move involuntarily after each drag and pull. “Not for you, why would there be? You’re just the messenger.” His teeth bite at the skin of your chin, causing you to whimper.
You let out a soft cry when his fingers dig into your hair, pulling the strands so your neck is on display for him. So he can bite and lick the sensitive skin with roughness, “So take what you want. Do your job.”
The closer you get to coming, the harder he pushes up against you. The more your legs shake from the stance and strain, the more your knuckles and fingers burn from gripping the fabric of his shirt. His mouth is everywhere but on yours, where you dumbly wish it was. Where you refuse to beg him to go.
But you don’t need them to get there. To tumble over that precipice and see stars behind your lids. All you need is more, just a little bit more, and you’ll be com–
Your body feels cold and stilted in time when he pulls away. Leaving your hips to follow nothing but air, your whimpers and moans turned into puffs of agitation. Whines swallowed down your dried throat.
Joel doesn't give you a chance to reprimand or lament the orgasm you were about to have. To gather yourself enough to jab him with a brash comment covering up your need. His hand on your forearm squeezes and maneuvers you so your back is to him instead of the wall. His weight encases you once more, your cheek pressing into the cold brick. The tip of his boot kicks at your feet to spread your legs; your body moves on instinct and desire as your back bows and you push your ass out to him.
The drag of your jeans and underwear feels chafed and tight just below your ass, where Joel lets them rest. Where he’s too impatient to push them further down, giving himself enough room for him to push inside of you.
His fingers brush against your ass as he pulls himself from his jeans, wrapping a hand around his cock to bring it to where you’re soaked and pounding for him. Where all your heat is concentrated from how badly you want this.
Your nail beds scrape against the caked-on dirt of the building as the tip of his cock crests your entrance. A moan rips through the back of your throat, loud and raw, as your walls stretch and burn to accommodate his girth.
Your chest heaves harder as Joel's hand moves to cover your mouth, eyes screwed shut as he bottoms out. Nudging at the part of you that has you squirming against him, your thighs scraping against the building.
And when he delivers the first thrust, hard and slow, those delirious black stars line your vision. Pleasure shooting through your spine in a way that has desperate and pathetic noises falling from your lips and to the rough skin of the palm encasing them.
"Since you’re so good at keepin’ things quiet for Robert.” He grunts against your ear, venom poisoning the words so they sound harsh and heavy-handed. “Let’s see how quiet you can be for me," his hips snap against your ass. Jostling your body against the brick and back onto his cock as he fucks you hard and unrelentingly.
Your mewls against his palm are louder than they should be. Your teeth sink into your lip in an attempt to muffle more of your noises. Your insides are already burning with pleasure from the gasps he's eliciting with each rough drag of his cock. That you crave. That only Joel feeds to you without remorse or mercy because it’s what you both need.
He’s tired of getting screwed over by the world, and you’re tired of putting on your tough act, of not being able to be weak because you’ll be preyed upon by the monsters this world has created.
Joel’s breath is hot and heavy against your ear; the two of you screwed if anyone were to look down here. If a lone soldier were to shine his light and find his prisoners for the night, but neither of you seem to care. You never do, not when you’re both feeding off each other like your own sick versions of the clickers outside the wall. Taking and tearing each other down until you’re spent, panting, and covered in the others mess.
He makes you delirious. Weak. Heady. All things you’re not allowed to be, to feel, in this place.
You’d happily let Robert fuck over Joel a million times if it meant you’d end up with his cock in you, his mouth on your skin, filthy words and threats etched in bites and licks, all completely consuming you. Turning you into a moaning mess barely able to stand, his arm wrapping around your midsection to keep you in place. To keep your ass pressed to his pelvis so he can continue his hard strokes.
Building up your climax again. Bringing you back to that precipice ten times more earth-shattering than before.
There will be marks on your cheek in the light of the day tomorrow. Stings from the reminder of being stretched. Marks on your skin that will be missed by the blind eye but will make a jolt of electricity burn through you when your fingers absentmindedly move across them.
“D’you enjoy it?” He asks, “Paying what’s owed to me with your body?” You can taste copper against your tongue from the bites your lower lip is taking. Your head nods in the confirmation you can’t give with the moans trapped behind your bloodied lip.
Joel hums and groans into the skin just below your ear. His forehead pressed into your temple. His words tighten that coil inside you the more he speaks, the more your wetness coats the inside of your thighs from the way he drags his hardness out, only to push it back in even harder. “Christ you’re so filthy. My filthy fuckin’ girl.”
His girl.
Only in these moments.
Only with heat against you—from within you.
And when this is over, you’ll go back to being the girl who works for the guy he can’t stand. The thief. The smuggler.
He’ll go back to the remnants of his life, and you to yours, until you meet in this trash-filled alleyway again. He’ll grunt dirty words and sing praises into your skin as your body takes all he’s willing to give.
If you think about it deeply enough, it might make your chest hurt. Might make something out of nothing. But you refuse to do that because, fuck, you love being his girl, if only for a little while. As pitiful as it sounds.
You want to tell him to say it again. To tell you you’re his girl. To bite it into your skin as he fucks you harder and faster. All that can be heard are cut-off mewls and whimpers from you, though. Words failing while pleasure coats them like honey.
He knows though, can probably tell by the pulsating grips of your walls tightening around his cock. “There ya go, take what you want. Take it from me, baby. You can have it. Come on,” it’s a gruff command on the verge of a groan. That white-hot heat at the backs of your eyelids, ready to engulf your body in that debilitating ecstasy.
His name is on the tip of your tongue as you feel it growing closer and closer, until it’s gone.
Until Joel pulls his cock out of your clenching heat and shoots rope after rope of his hot come on your ass cheek. His deep groan muffled by the nape of your neck. Curses and declarations uttered without meaning in the headiness of pleasure.
Your stomach sinks when you hear the clanging of his belt buckle, the fumbling of his fingers righting himself, and the warmth of his body gone from your back. There have been many nights where he’s finished before you, when there was a time crunch and you needed to be quick. His mouth or fingers always returning the favor, bringing you there with ease and memory of how to touch you.
When you turn around and look at him, there's a half-smirk on his face, any glints of kindness dying in the fire of the anger he still clearly feels at Robert's hands.
“Really?”
“Who’d Robert sell the battery to?”
You scowl at him, “Joel-”
“Find out.” He steps back into your space. Gives you the quickest peck to your lips before he’s pulling away. “And then I’ll repay ya.”
You swat his hands away when they try to fix your jeans, a death glare making him snort, as you right yourself and storm from the alleyway.
You were going to kill Robert.
Or at the very least beat some information out of him.
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Obey Me Brothers: Views on Romance
m.list
TW: slight swearing
Characters: demon bros
Writer: ahegato
LUCIFER:
he’s pretty old fashioned
pulling out chairs, opening doors, fancy dinner dates, giving roses and expensive jewelry
lots of “my love”, “darling” and “my dear”
he hasn’t experienced a lot of casual love, where you just stay at home and just watch a movie or something like that
it kinda hurts his pride, because it feels like he’s not doing enough to spoil his partner
however, with time he’ll get used to it and actually start to enjoy it
not big on PDA other than an arm around the waist or maybe holding hands
maybe also a kiss or two, just to flex on his brothers a bit xP
MAMMON:
he pretends that he’s too cool for romantic stuff
literally everyone can see through that lie
he’s not big on dates where people can see him
because he’d be too embarrassed about being vulnerable (like expressing his emotions) in front of others
if he’s alone with his partner though…
it’s like a switch has been flipped
constant kissing, hugging, cuddling, compliments and gifts
“I saw this and it made me think of you”
*literally just a pretty rock he found*
it’s so dumb yet so fucking cute at the same time
I can’t with the raven boy seriously
LEVIATHAN:
ew romance
such a cliché and gross and normie thing
…yet he can’t help but like it
he’s almost embarrassed about it
not really into the whole ‘going out on dates’-thing
because he has pretty bad social anxiety and there’s people freaking everywhere
closest he’ll get to an actual date is going out to calm places with little to no people
only exception to that rule is cosplaying together at one of those conventions
what he really likes is the whole high school / ‘young love’ kind of love
holding hands when walking somewhere
or “sneakily” holding hands under the dinner table (which is obvious to literally everyone except the couple)
playing video games together, watching movies or anime
posting lyrics from a song with a pic of them holding hands on devilgram
SATAN:
AWWWW YEAHH
romance nut over here
not exactly old fashioned like Lucifer
he’s just a hopeless romantic, but also pretty chill in a way?
like hanging out with his partner at home and just making it hella romantic (candles, rose petals, chocolate)
even if it’s something as simple as a movie night or a sleepover
constant compliments about looks, personality, everything really
SO. MANY. POEMS.
dinner dates, whether at home or at a restaurant
he wants to shower his partner with affection and is very fond of PDA
if they don’t like hugs/kisses in public, he’ll be kinda sad but will of course respect it
ASMODEUS:
casual love and old fashioned love, he likes a bit of both
dressing up and looking his absolute best for a romantic date is awesome
but staying in and watching horrible romcoms in your pajamas is also awesome
not really into the whole gentleman stuff
but he wants someone to spoil
and someone to spoil him
going on dates with matching outfits makes him absolutely melt
posts pics of his partner whenever he can
usually writes really lame stuff like “look how cute they are akfjbfhngkfkf”
BEELZEBUB:
romance is nice, but not something he necessarily needs or craves
dinner dates is obviously something he loves
but honestly he could go to freaking mcdonald’s and he would still think it’s the most romantic shit ever
he likes the cute but lowkey kind of love
kind of like middle school love
gives food or snacks as gifts
gets super happy if his partner does the same for him
if his partner gets cramps or something like that, he’ll go buy literally anything for them
likes to help people out, especially his partner
he always adds “i love you” when you guys say goodbye to do your own thing
BELPHEGOR:
thinks it’s very cliché and not very fond of it
he doesn’t wanna have to take his partner out on dates to different places very often just to keep them happy
or constantly give gifts
if he’s gonna give you something, it needs to have some deeper meaning to it or be something useful (like a pillow or blanket)
he prefers to stay at home and do something or nothing with his partner
something away from other people
like sleeping together (and I mean actually sleeping), watching a movie, maybe have a picnic or go for a walk
prolly likes taking pics of you while you’re sleeping or when you guys are cuddling
good luck getting away once he’s snuggled up to you. you ain’t going anywhere
✦ [ 08/05/2023 ] ✦ ahegato ✦
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Hey! Could request a JD x female reader headcanons on how JD acts when he's jealous! Thanks!
JD x Reader : Jealous Headcanons !
-He’s pretty chill at first. I don’t see him getting jealous at people who clearly don’t like you like he does.. The only reasons he’d be jealous is when they’re openly flirty with you
-When he sees that they’re touching you, he is NOT having it 😭
-Stays close to you when you’re with them. Not so close to the point that he’s glued to you but behind you standing there like you’re a celebrity and he’s your bodyguard
-Quietly mumbles about the person and he’s mocking everything they say in the background (Kinda like the scene in Trolls 2 where Hickory and Poppy were talkin and Branch just mocks Hickory "'Trolls is Trolls' Wow., deep.")
- He's gonna make it obvious that the two of you are dating by being touchy, flirty, romantic, yeahh.. Get ready for a lot of kisses. Oh, and he's gonna be holding onto your waist like it's the pole he holds on to when there's a flood.
You were going out with a few friends and had JD come along. As always, he was clinging onto you while the both of you were looking for your friends. "There's a new bakery and it would be so fun if we can check out the other new stuff blah blah" is what they said. Of course, not wanting to be rude or left out, you agreed to join in on the meet up. You sat down with JD beside you, and the person you're closest to in the group on the other side. They instantly greet you with a tight and touchy hug. Their right on your waist and the other ruffling your hair as they kiss your cheek, you know, platonically! But of course, John... Ehh.. he doesn't quite see it that way. He notices that this person is sort of like flirty and very touchy. After spending a few minutes in the bakery, you all agreed to go to the amusement park. On the way there, you and this friend were chatting about a recently released series the both of you spend time on watching together. "They looked so cute! I think they'd be a great couple to be honest." You commented about the recent episode featuring a new character. "You know who'd be a great couple? Us! Jk." You thought nothing of it because you know, they regularly make jokes like these. JD on the other hand.. he was sort of maybe just little bit upset.. Yeah no he was pissed as fuck. If you turned around to see him stomping on the ground like it was that person's face and I swear you'd probably see steam coming out of his ears. "'YoU knOW whO'D be A gREaT coUpLe? ? uS!!' Bullshit.." He whispered, mocking the friend while silently cursing them out under his breath. When you get to the amusement park however, JD rushes up to you before they could even drag you away and he grabs and holds on to your waist, pulling you away and going on most of the rides together alone. You'd probably notice that he's jealous after a bit more time of that friend because he jokingly (seriously) insults them, and the friend would play along (Not knowing that You and JD were together). Eventually they'd find out you were both dating after noticing how romantic the both of you were and they wouldn't be as flirty.
A/N: I got like a quick high fever yesterday..... I'm feeling a bit better now, although I still have like 3 assignments to do... And my head hurts so much I'd sob in bed for at least 3 hours before I actually fall asleep..... I wrote this at 12-2 am because holy shit I finally got motivation to write.... Writing more reqs! Don't be shy, send in more ⊂((・▽・))⊃ Can be extra specific too btw ^_^ I actually prefer it to be extra specific.... Maybe
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im genuinely curious what ur take on a pregnancy scare with ds johnny would be cuz i personally can see him being all like "fuck yeahh i bred u haha ur mine fr now" but like he'd be an AWFUL father (imo) LMFAO
cranking this one out rq to answer your question, just gonna answer it instead of writing about it
dark star!johnny cage > pregnancy
CW: discussions of abortion & sex, ds!jc is a piece of shit
part 1* / part 2* / part 3* / part 4* / part 5*
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while i don't own the concept of the order of darkness johnny, my specific rendition of dark star!johnny would not want to have children.
i need you guys to remember that this version of him is a manipulative, abusive, narcissistic POS!
he's young, he's spry, he's a party man, and he would be fully convinced that a child would be a waste of time.
protection during sex feels like a workload to him so he'd often hit it raw, yet still become a disaster when your pregnancy test turns up positive.
he'd make you take five, ten, fifteen more before he's convinced. he'd accuse you of baby trapping. screaming matches so loud you both get migraines.
being a celebrity, johnny would pay you under the table to take care of it. that's how he would word it, too. "just get it done, and not a single fucking word to the press." his reputation is more important than a potential family life.
now let's say hypothetically you end up having a child with him. johnny would try to be a decent parent in his own stupid way, but in the way that a Man would. he'd call it babysitting, pretend like he's doing you a favor and giving you a night off. johnny would sit down and talk to the kid as if he was an adult, speaking professionally and quirking a brow when the baby would simply coo in response. how the hell do you talk to a baby? he'd pick up extra jobs, extra outings just to be away from the crying for a night after a while.
he'd tickle their chin like they were a dog, crouching down and going eye level with them. the baby would stare back with large eyes, and a part of him tears apart inside knowing he wouldn't be able to provide the kid with the emotional support they'd need. he decides that quickly, absolutely, as if there's no way to change that outcome.
they have his nose, and your eyes, but a mixture of your lips and his. he couldn't deny that the baby was cute, but he'd rather admire the cuteness than manage it. johnny would try to show off his admiration by releasing adorable photoshoots of the baby in onesies or wicker baskets, but then you'd argue that you don't want your child's face plastered all over hollywood. you don't want your baby to grow up to be like their daddy.
johnny'd be the credit card of the family. he'd fund the clothes, toys, medical bills, insurance, food, but you'd be the one in the store. he'd just flick his card at you and tell you to take care of whatever seems to be wrong.
even still, when the press would ask about his child, he'd beam and grin and even let some crocodile tears flow about how happy he is to have a little boy/girl with his wonderful partner.
and you'd be stuck at home with eye bags and the same clothes you'd been wearing for days, feeding the child and wondering when he'll be home.
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02 | MACRO
tags : big dick!joon, hook-ups, “we’ll make it fit” trope, reader’s determined, tummy bulge, unprotected sex, college au, creampie, he takes you to pound town (literally)
plot : namjoon’s known around campus for being “big”, you wonder if you can take him.
word count : 1.1 k
People talked about Namjoon a lot, specifically the ladies he hooked up with.
Namjoon was known to be "big" but that applied in both a sexual and non-sexual aspect. He was built a little more different from others, six foot tall and arms the size of your thighs. The girls however lamented about how big he was down there.. how they almost couldn't fit him inside.
You flushed every time you listened to their stories about how his cock had them seeing stars. How they were unable to walk the next day after the brutal fucking. Apparently he liked fucking like an animal. That certainly interested you.
You hit him up, sliding up on one of his Instagram stories of him working out. You sent him a simple: “down to chill?” He replied right away, and thankfully he seemed more enthusiastic than you were.
That was how you found yourself in his room, locked away in the darkness as a random anime show you both didn’t give a fuck about played in the background. You laid on your chest, hips raised in the air for him as he steadied you by your side.
“Shit, hold on.” He murmurs and presses in, the mushroom head swipes through your soaked folds and occasionally catches on your gaping hole.
You bite your lip and lay your head flat on the pillow, this was the moment you had been waiting for the minute you stepped foot into his place. The tip slips inside, a quiet sigh escapes your lips as you relax around the intrusion. Then that’s when you start to feel “it”.
“Oh fuck,” you whisper, hips raising higher as you feel the thick shaft slide inside inch by inch.
Namjoon grunts from behind you, hands tightening around y0ur hips as he spears you back on his cock. “N-Namjoon–” you stutter breathily as more of his cock slides in. You feel full, and he’s not even all the way in. Your pussy spreads around him to accommodate such a thick cock.
It stings just a tiny bit, and you feel pressure in your pelvis but so far nothing hurts. Namjoon smacks his hands against your asscheeks as he holds you, “Little bit more, I can stop if you want,” he whispers breathily.
“No,” you pant softly, “I want it all.” He growls at that.
A garbled moan leaves you as your thighs begin to quiver. You bite your lip to suppress your loud moans, you bury your face in his pillow and squeeze his bedsheets. “Mmph–”
“There you go,” he sighs in relief once his pelvis is flush with your ass, you can feel his balls pressing against your folds, “look at you taking my cock like you were made for it.” He chuckles smacking your ass.
You moan softly and turn your face, “Mmm, you can move.” You wiggle your hips to emphasize your words.
Namjoon grunts and slips a hand up your spine and to your shoulder where he pushes you down firmly on the bed. “Stay like that, yeahh just like that baby,” he licks his lips as he pulls out until the tip remains, “gonna give you what you came for baby.” And with that he slams his cock back in.
A loud squeal escapes your lips as he begins to hammer into your poor cunt. You sway back and forth on the bed from the force of his thrusts. He drives his cock in and out of your wet sopping pussy. His thighs smack against yours as the incessant sound of his balls clapping against your pussy filled the room.
Namjoon’s grunts and groans of pleasure rose in volume as he focused solely on pounding your cunt. You were left hanging off his cock like a rag doll as loud cries and whimpers left you. The pleasure shocked you like crazy, leaving your battered pussy tingly afterwards.
“Oh fuck..! Y-Yes, right there.” You mewl out.
“Fuck,” Namjoon pants, brows pinching in concentration as he slips his hands away and reaches to grip your hips instead. “Like that..?” He breathes out as he smacks your ass a couple of times.
You moan loudly, nodding eagerly to his words as a bunch of nonsense spews out of your mouth. “M-More..!”
He growls softly and pulls out with a low “pop” as he turns you on your back. “Open your fucking legs.” He grunts smacking your ass. When your trembling legs part for him he wastes no time in slamming himself back into your gaping cunt. “There you go baby,” he leans down to give you a bruising kiss, “just like that.”
Your glossy lips part as quiet little “uh-uh-uh’s” leave you. You stare into his eyes helplessly as he uses your cunt to his pleasure. His eyes are clouded with nothing but lust and desire. The pleasure sends tremors down your spine.
“N-Namjoon,” you whimper and reach down intending to rub your clit when you feel something.
Curiously you peer down and his eyes follow. There he sees a tiny bulging appearing and then disappearing whenever he slides in or out. “Oh fuck,” Namjoon whispers and reaches down to slide a large hand over your tummy.
You mewl loudly and that’s your undoing. Your pussy clenches and unclenches spasmodically, creaming around his thick cock that seems to be throbbing inside of you. “J-Joon,” you claw at his shoulders and desperately kick your feet as your orgasm washes over you from head to toe. It’s unlike any other.
Namjoon’s lips part in a series of breathy moans as he presses down on the bulge. “Fuckkk, look how deep I am in this tiny pussy.” He whispers licking his lips as he grinds deep into your pussy, circling his hips slowly as his cock presses stubbornly against your cervix. “Fucking ruined you,” he groans shuddering.
“T-Too much.” You choke out, head thrown back as your body trembles.
“Fuck!” Namjoon cries out and his hips jerk uncontrollably as he cums deep inside of you. His cock throbs a couple of times while his orgasm lasts. You whimper softly and clench down on him in response.
“Shit don’t do that.” Namjoon laughs breathily as he lifts himself off of you.
He bites his lip and slowly slips out of your ruined battered pussy. He watches the way sticky fluid coats his cock and connects a small string. What’s even hotter is how your pussy gapes around nothing and his cum freely slides out.
“You good?” Namjoon asks once he’s calmed down and caught his breath.
“I need a nap.” You quietly reply, curling up into a tiny ball.
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Nico Greetham
Cabin fun
Nico greetham x male reader smut
Warnings: gay sex, top Nico, bottom reader, oral (reader receiving), on top of table sex, ass eating, daddy kink a bit, cum eating and swapping.
Summary: Nico invites you to his cabin in the woods for the summer and you both decide to have a little fun.
“Okay can you just give it a chance” your boyfriend Nico said to you. “I’m not saying anything okay” “Well you have on a frown on your face why” “it’s nothing Nico” you responded.
“Well you just called me Nico which you never do and plus give the cabin a chance okay I mean look at the bright side where gonna be all alone so we don’t gotta worry about people taking photos or anything and side not we can have as many sexy time as we want okay” Nico said pulling up to the cabin and getting a hold of your hand.
“I guess you do have a point” you said looking at him. As you both got out and got all your belongings out the car he pulled out the key to enter and opened the boot to go inside.
“Okay so this is the living room, kitchen, dining room, upstairs are the rooms and back door is the pool and jacuzzi” he said smiling at you and pulling into kiss.
“Okay well it’s getting late what are you gonna want to eat later” you said dragging him to the kitchen and opening the box of food you had brought. “Well I’m not hungry can we um you know do something else” Nico said standing behind you and wrapping his hands around you and closing the box.
“Okay well what do you want to do” you said to him. “Well I can of a few things I want to do” he said starting to suck on your neck and leave love marks on it.
“Damm already baby we’ve barley got here” you said with your eyes closed felling him still attack your neck. “Well I’m horny and I need you” he said in your ear while he turned you around and starting to kiss and attack your lips now.
He then picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter starting to unbuckle your belt. As you slipped down his shorts making them fall down to his ankles.
As you continued make out you both kicked off your shoes and taking off each others shirts as he also pulled down your shorts leaving you both now with only your underwear.
As he started kissing down your body and soon starting to take off your underwear letting your manhood free as he took off his as well as he began to stroke his cock with one hand and the other starting to stroke yours as he began to suck your cock as you placed your hand on his head making him take you all in his mouth as you moaned and he did as well sending vibrations all over your cock and making you even harder.
“Ah—mm Fu-ck” you plead as you began to cum down Nico’s throat as he swallowed every last drop. “Oh fuck your really good at that” you told nico as he came up from his knees now standing in front of you “Thank you I’ve had lots of practice now come on lift your legs up I wanna tap that beautiful ass of yours baby” he said smirking as you lifted up your legs now your back on top of the counter top.
As he started to stretch your hole with his hands as he arched down and started to lick and suck your entrance causing you to moan and become hard once again as you stroked yourself as he ate at your ass like a wild animal.
“Oh shit baby you taste amazing as always” he said continuing to eat you out. “Fuck can’t wait to be inside you baby” your boyfriend said as he arched back up and spat on your hole and his hand to lube up his 9 inch cock as he started to enter you.
“Ah baby your so tight fu-ck-mm” he said as he started a rhythm of rocking his hips back and forth leaving up to the tip of his dick all the way to his base. “Ah fuck babyy” you moaned as he started this slow pace teasing you.
“Oh you like this dick baby huh” “Oh fuck yeahh” “yeah call me daddy my baby boy” “ Og fuck I love your cock in my ass baddy ah” you moaned making him harder and fastening up the pace as he fucked you harder.
“OH FUCK DADDYY AH—MM YEAH GIVE IT TO ME DADDY” you yelled as you felt him become even quicker.
“Oh FU-CK I’ma CUM” “Yeah daddy cum inside me ah yes mmh” “Yeah baby take my sweet cum” he yelled back as he painted your walls white with his cum ‘em you could even feel his cum leaking from your ass.
“Oh fuck wouldn’t want this to go to waste” he said pulling out and kneeling down to lick up his cum leaking from your hole as he got up to kiss you with his cum in his mouth as you swallowed it.
From that moment you knew you guys would be going at it like rabbits all summer long just like you did that night.
Let me know if you guys might want a part two to this I’d be down to write it.
P.s when you ask for smut you don’t have to but if you would want specific kinks positions or whatever I’m open to write whatever include it not just smut so if you have a plot to feel free to send it with your ask.
#gay#gay smut#lucerothings1#nico greetham#nico greetham x male reader#nico greetham x male reader smut
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mornings🌅
warnings: fluff, kissing, couple things idk, like 1 or 2 suggestive jokes, shitty humor
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you had been woken up with the glowing rays of the sun, streaming in through your curtains, and onto you and your beloved boyfriend alex. the night before had been tiring, as you both had come back from a get together with almost all his family.
you had fallen asleep with your head in the middle of his chest, whilst you felt his hand laying peacefully on your back. you leaned a little up to see his face, you smiled softly as you leaned in to kiss his cheek gently, before compensating wether or not to get up.
you groaned as you realized it would be easier to get out of bed now, or else i was going to feel shitty later. i twisted my back a little bit, audibly gasping as my bones cracked like fucking corpse bride. i quickly brushed my teeth, and dragged myself to the kitchen.
I got a few things i needed to make chilaquiles, (my mom makes this all the time lmao.) I wanted to do something productive, so might as well make some good food.
i had gotten all the ingredients out, feeling a little proud i was able to get up. and i mean if your going to have energy, might as well make food. i had put on some slow jazz music, feeling like i was gordon ramsey or some shit.
as i was reading the back of a label for an ingredient, i feel two hands squeeze the sides of my torso. i shriek a little bit from the sensation, and turn around to alex who has a stupid smirk on his face, and he laughs a little.
“good morning”
i smile softly at him, as he gently traces his palms down your arms, until his hands get to yours. he takes them, putting them to his lips and kissing your knuckles lightly. you snicker a little bit, turning around to cook.
“whatchaaaa makingggg?”
his voice is right against his neck, minty breath from him just brushing your teeth. you turn your head a little so he could hear you,
“food.”
you give him a monotone smile, he responds with a groan and squeezing a little bit tighter, continuing to watch you cook.
you see him observing everything your doing, nodding at some things occasionally leaving a little kiss behind your ear.
you get a little self conscious, not knowing if you did a step wrong, or if it isn’t supposed to look the way it is currently.
“is something wrong?”
he looks at you for a second, making a 😬 face, looking at all of your cooking again.
“ohhhh… uh well amor right here in this little corner is uncooked so bad, uh i just don’t think you got the right color for that, wait that looks good, oh wait nevermind that’s terrible.”
he says everything in pure sarcasm, nodding his head at all of his own words. you roll your eyes smiling, when he laughs and finally talks genuinely.
“no babe, it looks really good, and smells really great. your doing perfect.”
you look over your shoulder to his face, your palm resting on the side of his cheek.
“your sweet, ynow that?”
i see a little tiny bit of blush appear on his cheeks, he turns his head a little while he laughs quietly.
“yeahh.. well i mean i kind of wanna get laid so-“
you scoff, by his completely out of pocket statement. you giggle a little as he’s holding back his own laughter.
“alexis!!”
you manage to get out throughout all of your giggling. he puts his face in your neck a little embarrassed mumbling little apologizes.
after a few minutes of him being completely attached to you, it was harder for you to actually cook. you then moved his arms.
“alright sir, out of my kitchen. i’m cooking.”
he leans back, with the most flabbergasted face almost looking as if you’d said the most offensive thing ever. he then speaks with a laugh coming out as he speaks.
“yourrr kitchennn?? yourrr kitchenn?”
you giggle a little, composing yourself as you speak now crossing your arms.
“yes my kitchen. mhm. now what would your mother say if her son was fooling around in the area his girlfriend was cooking, hm?”
he gets the memo, raising his hands up like he was caught my police. he slowly walks out.
“yes ma’am.”
you turned back to cooking, a little teenage girly smile on your face from him saying yes ma’am, even though you’ve been dating for 8 months he still does things that make me feel all giddy.
you had finally finished making the food, needless to say the house smelled absolutely amazing. you call out to your boyfriend, who was currently on his phone.
“my love, breakfast is ready”
you say a little loud, you didn’t want to distrust anyone from sleeping as it was 8am on a sunday. he walks in looking at all the food.
he smiled to himself, looking at you gently grabbing your face, kissing you. he gives you five little pecks in a row. when finished, he leans away a little as your noses almost touch and whispers,
“your absolutely amazing.”
you give him an upside down smile from the sudden compliment, he then gets out two plates to lay out your food.
he’s currently sitting down eating the food, feeling like a happy kid again. you ruffle his hair that was already disheveled, and messy from his previous night of sleeping.
you then decided to jokingly suck in through your teeth, making a disgusted type face. he looks ay you with a “tf did i do” face
“ooo.. maybe it’s better to keep a hat on at all times..”
his jaw drops a little before he sets down his fork standing up, and looking at you. you tilt your head confused.
“are you oka-“
he picks you up, you yelp from the sudden impact. you try to protest while laughing, he brings you to the couch. as he’s kind of on top of you, he looks down, for a moment it’s sweet as you make eye contact.
the moment quickly ends as his hands start to rapidly go anywhere he can reach, tickling you. you squirm trying to get him to stop, attempting to grab his hands.
“ALEXISSS!!!”
he laughs at your shrieking, so much for trying to be quiet for your neighbors. after what seemed an hour, but really was a 1 of laughing and squealing he finally stopped.
he proceeded to move back your hair that got messed up from his motions, smirking a little at your half grumpy face. he slowly leans himself down trying not to fall on you, moving up so he can be face to face with you.
he caresses your cheek with his thumb, kissing you gently. you lean into the kiss, not feeling any frustration you expected yourself to feel. he moves his face away, and kisses your forehead.
“it was your fault for picking on my hair..”
he says teasingly, knowing that obviously he definitely did not care that much about it. you giggle softly
“you motherfucker”
he laughs with you, putting your hand the the side of his jaw kissing him sweetly, and sincerely. your fingers start playing with the neckline of his shirt, as his are going through your hair.
you finally let go, fixing his shirt when you speak up.
“let’s go eat the food that i spent making, instead of comfortable amazing beautiful sleep.”
he tilts his head, eye brows furrowing.
“i have a strong feeling that you love the thought of sleep more than me..”
you tilt your head looking up, acting as if you were really truly thinking.
“obviously.”
he gives you a fake annoyed face, and you get up giggling going back to your table. he then yells from the couch,
“what the fuckk!! i’m soooo much better than sleep!”
you laugh at his response, hearing his footsteps go up to you. he puts his head on top of yours, his arms trailing around your neck.
“i love you. so so much.”
you lean your head up to be able to see his face. he smirks down, putting his hand on the side of your neck, as he leans down to give you a gentle kiss. you then finally whisper back,
“i love you too.”
tysm for all the support!! this took me a lot longer than i thought so and the first draft got deleted and i sobbed 😭😭
anyways requests are open, love you guys!!!
#quackity x reader#alex quackity#alex quackity x reader#quackity#quackity fanfic#domestic fluff#qsmp x reader#x reader#fanfic#fluff
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I understand not wanting your party members to walk into a lake and drown themselves but also Laudna has the fuckin WORST bedside manner lol. Yes, your much-needed long rest was just interrupted in a creepy abandoned town where you know weird charm-shit happened and the LAST thing you need right now is for anyone to lose focus. But also "Can you not wait? You can wait 5 minutes." talking to someone who has waited months and doesn't know if their loved one is even ALIVE and has confessed to you how much he misses them and how much it hurts and they could be outside breathing alive right now—
And on the surface, it looks like Chet is enabling a bad decision when he says "You probably heard Dorian. He's probably outside." and yeahh, okay, maybe he is a little bit. But right after that he's about to protest with something about Orym and it's like yeah. ORYM said he heard something. When has there been a time when ORYM heard something, and it wasn't real? How many times has Orym heard something and it's saved our asses? Before Chet is being hit with his own need to check out the lake, he's giving Orym the benefit of the doubt. And while he is an enabler by nature, he's keeping his voice soft rather than his usual, over-the-top "let's fuck around and find out" energy that he brings to dangerous situations like this.
You can't have everyone in the group treating a dilemma with the same amount of sympathy and care. What makes the BH so fascinating to watch is the variation in responses and different ways they interact with each other. You need a balance of someone who will take the cold, unyielding stance against something that is so obviously a trap, and someone that is aware of the risks but willing to speak up for that person and humor them when they're so clearly struggling.
I have a lot of feelings about Laudna and Chetney's instinctual responses and I think both stances are fascinating and they've both shattered my heart to pieces
#chet is very observant with orym and everyone else tbh#and i feel like he always takes care when it counts#im very soft for the father-son bond there#and i feel like when laudna and orym agree and clash flips on a dime sooo often#its very interesting. and laudna i feel is a very decisive person. when she feels some way about something shes very firm on it#and i think orym is too. but most times shes much quicker to be loud and vocal and insistent about it than he is#its fun to watch her oppose him and he have to be like 'ok i guess i have to push this'#and half the time they are ON THE SAME PAGE but its either like one line off or they just totally misunderstanding each other#orym is my boy i spin him in my brain and anyone who interacts with him makes me spin even faster#critical role#c3e86#orym of the air ashari#chetney pock o'pea#laudna#bells hells#not even done with the ep yet but taking advantage of the fact that i can pause and make posts like this lol#during the live its like i save long posts for the end IF i can remember what i wanted to say#if i do it during i do not process the show and miss everything
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all of the stunts- as someone who has been in the fandom since 2011, witnessed stunts live in action etc- have been so poorly developed and played out it’s an absolute monstrosity how the gp actually believed that. here are just a few examples
haige was, in a brief summary, a pathetic attempt to portray harry as whatever they were aiming for. it was so messy and became toxic on harry’s behalf so sudden it was upsetting to witness. paige was an attention seeking person who wanted to gain a persona- even signed w an agency because of her association. it was all really one big mess, people believed H cheated on L (bffr.), L and Z had a fling in who remembers where they went, H and L were over, done nada. i’m unsure how haige is still being mentioned til this day? photos that magically resurface are just the evidence of the failed ordeal.
elounor was used as a punishment for both of the boys. if they acted a certain way on stage, in an interview, said the wrong thing or was in the wrong place at the wrong time it would result in a pap walk or a new article about how famous singer from 1D was going to propose and have kids with the love of his life!! by the end of the stunt the storyline had been fucked up so consistently that there is no consistency in the actual “relationship”. they were on, then off, then on, then off- gretchen, tina, eleanor, what looked like liam in a wig?? yeahh ok very believable on their behalf sure.
i don’t even want to talk about baby gate. babygate was hell on earth. chaotic, and yet probably resembles a performance by 6 year olds. photoshops, fertility clinic, stolen pictures, instagram accounts created JUST months before ‘F’ was born. paternity tests, L randomly getting a woman pregnant because that’s totally responsible from a guy who’s definitely had more meetings about not doing dumb shit whilst off the clock to keep his boyband image.
anyways, i find it funny how people believe the stunts. the stunts that were so painstakingly obvious. ah, just wanted to rant since all i’m seeing is shit about the stunts ✌️
Bless you. Totally agree. There's absolutely zero effort made to make them consistent or believable because why work so hard when the GP and half the fans believe anything they're told?
I don't know why people bring up old shit, and then new fans just freak out, and it becomes the topic of the day.
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i see youve been reposting a lot of ezra content, will we be getting a dark ezra fic soon?? 🫣
850 / dark!Ezra x f!reader / part 1 here.
Thank you @ezras--moon for the inspiration 💚
WARNINGS: dubcon somnophilia (but they both want it), unsafe P in V, jacking off, manipulative reader, creepy!ezra. LMK if i missed any.
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There's something different in the way Ezra looks at you over breakfast. There's a sparkle in his eyes. "How did you find your rest?"
"Not that good."
"Sorry to hear. But with any luck, we should have a bed soon." You dwell on the singular word choice. He continues, "Now that we’re within walkin' range of the other group, I'll approach today and see if their ship can spare any space."
You ask, "Can I come?”
“Best if I go alone this time. Have any dreams last night in that pretty head of yours?"
"No. I don't think so. I barely slept."
"Sounded like you were dreamin'."
"What did it sound like?"
"Sounded like you were enjoyin’ yourself."
You pretend to be flustered.
"It's okay," he smirks. "Better than a nightmare, isn't it?"
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Later that day, Ezra returns from a trek and tells you, "I found a ship that will take us.”
Your face lights up. “Oh, that’s great.”
Ezra continues, “One of the crew members fell victim to a damaged air filter today while he was alone"
Your face falls. "That's awful," you say. And a little too convenient.
"We leave tomorrow."
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That night, you do the same thing, pretending to be asleep. You're lying on your stomach in your sleeping bag.
Ezra is sitting in the camp chair breathing heavily. His soft grunts and skin-on-skin are loud in your ears. You squeeze your thighs together at the sound of his voice.
"Mmm," you sigh. "Take me, Ezra."
"Ohhh," he sighs.
"Take me now," you whisper, eyes still shut, breathing regulated. "Mmmm."
"Oh my Lord," Ezra whispers as he strokes himself.
"Ohh," you sigh. "Take me in my sleep."
"Oh shit," he breathes. His hand slows. "You mean that?"
"Mmm yeah," you whisper.
"Oh shit," he exhales. "Ohh, shit," he says shakily. He pants heavily.
"Please," you beg with your eyes closed. "Need it," you whisper.
"Ohh, lord," he strokes himself again, panting harder.
"Need your big cock"
"Ohhh, fuuuck," he exhales. He stops stroking himself entirely, then approaches your sleeping bag."Oh, fuck," he repeats. "Oh, fuck. . . Can't stop this," he whispers. "Oh, god."
He carefully unzips the sleeping bag then murmurs, "You want this," as he pulls down your shorts. You stir but don't appear to wake up. He wedges a finger between your legs and feels how wet you are. "Ohh, shit," he laments, unable to stop what he's about to do. He begins to breathe more quickly. His movements become more urgent.
"Mmm," you say.
He nudges your legs apart, aligns himself, then whispers in your ear. "You want this bad."
"Mmmm," you sigh in affirmation.
"As you wish," he whispers. He notches the head of his cock at your wet, wet entrance. "Ohh, lord." He hesitates for a moment, feeling your body try to suck him in.
"Yeahh," you sigh sleepily.
“Ohhhh.” He begins to push his huge tip inside you with a shaky moan.
You moan in return. "Oh, Ezra."
"Ohh Lord," his deep voice whines shakily. He pushes further and you moan again at the stretch of his girth.
"Ohh, yeah," you sigh as he buries more of himself inside you.
"Ohhhh," he sighs, pausing almost fully inside you as your body adjusts to the intrusion. You're so full of him. "You want this," he reassures himself once again. "You want it bad," he whispers shakily. He retreats an inch or two then shoves all of himself into you, bottoming out with a shudder. "Ahh, fuck."
"Yeah," you whisper, eyes still closed. "Just like that." He backs up, then smoothly but decisively pushes into you with a grunt.
"Mmmm," you sigh.
He buries his length in you again and again, filling you to the brim each time, grunting. You push your ass back into him, meeting his thrusts with soft grunts of your own. You clench your thighs and squeeze cunt around his cock and sigh, "ohhh.”
"Yeah, you love this," he whispers. "Yeah, you do." His breath becomes more ragged and he begins to moan and grunt less restrained, but his voice is still low and breathy. Your lower belly is a well of tension. If you can feel him come, you’ll come, too.
"Fill me up," you whisper. It brings him all the way to the brink of his peak, but he won't do it. If he doesn't come, the only evidence will be your soreness, which you could try to explain away.
"Ohh," you sigh. "Mmm."
He pulls out of you and rolls out of your bag, onto his back on the ground. He pants quickly and heavily, then sighs, "Ohhh, god," as he erupts in his hand. He doesn't lie there long. He gets up and rinses his hand with water then dries it off on his own pants.
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He sits back in the camp chair, legs spread, chest heaving. His brow furrows and he covers his mouth as he considers what he just did. He shakes his head and prays for forgiveness as he watches you sleep. You had a need. He provided. He tells himself over and over. While he’s torturing himself, you squeeze your thighs together and silently finish yourself off.
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Swap AU:
Vox and Alastor's breakup/Fight was huge--and messy as fuck. Quite simply, unlike what canon is hinting at where Valentino came to Vox's rescue and Alastor ruined one of his Antenna it didn't happen here--and for those 7 years, Alastor lived with the belief he'd killed his beloved Vox. Which is the main reason why Alastor took over the entertainment district--too keep anything of Vox's alive. So yeah, Alastor runs the Vees. TV isn't as powerful--Radio is in every house, but huge televisions are on every corner, running 24/7 informing sinners of news and such and you can rent a tv alongside videos. (And the big TVs show Valentino's porn for a few limited hours at night. Val is....not someone Alastor cares alot for, especially once it comes out Vox sent an SOS to him. Once Velvette and Nifty become friends however, Alastor can see what Vox saw in Velvette.)
Vox's deal with Lucifer is alot more freer then whatever canon Alastor has going on. Lucifer's only command is this: Help and Protect Charlie to the best of your abilities and I'll give you power. The more you help her the more power you'll get in return.
So Vox doesn't really want to free himself at the moment--why would he, when helping the Princess would get him ridiculous amounts of power? (And with this power, he could protect himself from Alastor? He'd never be afraid of dying a second time again.) And that's why he avoids radios, knowing if Alastor picks up his voice the deer will know he's up and alive.
Upon his return and realization that Overlords aren't solo acts anymore and that Alastor owns the Vees and the entertainment district, Vox gets in contact with a hidden Overlord that owes him big time--after all, Vox did stop him from betting his soul and well seeing how Valentino's life is absolute shit at the moment it's a good thing he did.
Husker is, of course grumpy as ever, but agrees to take on his overlord status again and Join Vox at the Hotel--both of them proclaiming themselves as allies and the Hotel and the area around it their territory, easily surrounding the land with hearts, spades and lightning bolts.
While the two overlords are decorating, Angel Dust lifts up his phone, and takes pictures of Vox, and sends them to Valentino.
Valentino prints them out, and drops them off at Alastor's desk, murmuring about how having Angel Dust at the hotel might be a good thing after all.
HI AGAIN SWAP NONNY!!! youre so cool marry me. I mean what wait who said that
oh my GODDDD fuck the idea that alastor thinks he fucking KILLED vox when the other disappeared... im gonna be SICK he thought he killed his beloved and because of it even though he hates modern technology and all the buzz and noise that comes along with it he decided to take control of the entertainment district because itw as the only thing he thought he had left of vox... do you think he kept like voxs old heads or something and like has a makeshift grave or something. and he hates val because vox went to ask him for help but he didnt come in time so he thinks its BOth their faults that vox is gone... oh my god. oh my fucking God........ im really gonna be sick nonny why would you do this to me THEYRE SO FUCKIGn .OWUAUGAHHHHH TEARS MY HAIR OUT
YEAHH husk and vox friendship here is so sweet to me. i like to think that vox and husk join in on the bonding activities at the hotel with charlie and hype her up sometimes. also since theres no niffty here would vox also act as a niffty type person? like he and husk share duties between them of being concierge/janitor/bartender.... imagining vox in a bartender suit and a maid outfit was probably not the best thing to do for my fragile mind tbh but. You know. You see my vision right nonny dont you (i am shaking you gently)
GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!!!! is angel acting like double agent like here or something? or are he and val in less of an employee/abusive boss relationship here and more of a comrades-in-arms relationship here united under alastor's tyranny? whatever it is im excited to hear more :) please dont stop with this nonny the brainrots getting to me
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Just had a thought and immediately ran to your blog, ok so- sugar daddy Aaron Hotchner x sugar baby reader where Aaron’s been paying the reader for companionship and shit and maybe Derek and Penelope get suspicious that he’s seeing someone and they go snooping and find out about the reader and so they try and contact him and they find out through the reader that Hotch is actually his sugar daddy and their just like “HOLY FU—“
Idk if this is a good request but it just came to mind so feel free to entertain my weird thoughts or don’t🤷 ❤️🔥
OHH YEAHH I LOVE THIS THOUGHT THANK YOU FOR SHARING WITH ME @prismuffin! Gonna do headcanons and a oneshot at the same time because I'm like that.
Warnings: U/n= University name H/c= Hair color, implied sex, Sugar daddy and baby, gentle hotch, Nosy Penelope and Derek, Y/n is a uni student. Y/n and his friends flirt and kiss on each other but FULLY PLATONIC, flirty reader to his friends.
SUGAR DADDY AARON HOTCH X SUGAR BABY MALE READER.
Your three roomates dragged you to some rich fancy party. Most people who were there are police, firefighters, veterans and current soldiers. You didn't know how you were dragged in like you were a broke college that majoring film with lots of your friends.
At first you didn't wanna go because like I said you were broke barely surviving university financially. A lot of times you and your roommates combine money just to go to places and eat. And goes to parties stuffing whatever into your shirts and bags like drinks and sometimes food in containers.
So when your friend invited here you said a blunt no. "It's not because I don't want to...It's because there are a lot of fancy people there with their dresses and suits. I don't wanna go there and be the odd one out." You say to your friend Jules. She smiled at your answer and went to her closest opening and pulled out a fancy suit.
"I knew you were gonna say that so I asked a certain someone to buy me this." She laughs and sits on the bed next to you placing the newly bought suit in your lap. You glance at the price tag and let out a gasp "350!? Jules what the hell who do you know!?!" Jules smirks at you and stands up giving her hand to you waiting for you to take it. "Baby, come with me then i'll show you the guy who bought me this. And if we get lucky you'll find your own guy like mine." She looks at you with pleading eyes and you sigh taking the hand and her squealing pulling you off the couch rushing into the bathroom with you.
Once yall get dressed together in the bathroom and check yall selves out you both step out showing off yall looks to the other roommates who just joined. All of you are dressed and ready to go all of you hyping each other up before walking out the door yall join hands walking outside. "Is that a fucking limo!" You shout looking at Jules who's giggling pulling the group inside of the car. Once all of you are set you begin to drive to the life changing party. Jules words. One of the roommates John takes your guys pictures and posts them online just having a great time.
Yall arrived and walked up the steps staring at awe at the large house. Jules looks at all of you telling each one of you to take a deep breath and all of you do what she says and give each other one last big squeeze with your hands before walking in the party.
The party is busy and some parts of the part segregated from different jobs like firefighters with their own people and soldiers with each other. You begin to feel nervous like you and your roommates are the only people who are young really and don't have a single lived saved badge. Since the whole party probably saved a life before it begins to make you feel like you don't belong. You glance at your third roommate Quin and take her hand as support. Quin was always your emotional support buddy ( Fun fact she makes lots of short films about the group and their problems.) Quin quickly interlocks her hand with yours leading through the party looking for a decent spot to drink at. You two find a quiet bar and sit at ordering drinks and having a calm conversation. You and Quin stay there for a good nineteen minutes before getting found by Jules and her kidnapping dragging you two away from there and into a private booth.
Jules quickly sits yall down and you turn to see John sipping on his drink looking at the two of you smiling. All four of y'all sit together chatting up a storm with loud laughs and screams. You all crack jokes and tease each other until some women and men come into the booth looking very serious. "So juley these are the people you always talk about?" One of the men asks staring at you,Quin and john all three of you side eyeing each other trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
"Yes! Wasn't I right they're the cutest!" Jules squeals out walking towards the man who's talking and sitting on his lap. "Especially Y/n! Hes the cutest out of all of us!" Jules says smiling at her friend who has not a clue of what's going on in his face. All of the women and men turn their gaze to Y/n. Y/n leans back into the seat leaning on Quin a little who is smirking at him.
All of the women and men seem to study Y/n once they're all done they all look and nod at each other approving. Jules giggles and gets off the man's lap and skips towards her friends sitting back down with them. Jules introduces everyone to each other. You didn't bother at trying to remember all of their names but one had stuck out to you. "Here is Agent Hotchner..." You didn't listen to the rest of your mind only focusing on the man. You stare at him in awe you never had seen someone so handsome like him before. Your heart begins to pound and your chest flutters and your body begins to feel hot staring at him. You feel like a teenager again palms sweating and mind rushing. You never believed in love in first sight but this time you wonder if it is true.
Then suddenly his sharp and dominant eyes shoot back at you making heavy eye contact. You flinch back and stand up rather quickly excusing yourself and rush out the booth. Leaving your three roommates confused until John lets a "Ohhh..." When John says oh the other two light bulbs switch on and they all giggle about Y/n and tease him about his childish acts. "Is he okay?" One of the women says being confused at the trio seems calm after their fourth member rushing out of the booth. "It's a normal thing for him. Him crushing on someone until they make eye contact and running like hes a deer when spooked." John answers with a laugh teasing the deer like man.
Hotch excuses himself out of the booth and walks around looking for Y/n. He sees the h/c enter a bathroom. Hotch quickly follows inside and locks the door behind him. "Someones in here!- oh its you..." Y/n says shyly. He was just washing his face trying to calm down but efforts were wasted when hes alone with the man again feeling all hot and shy again. "Do you want me to go?" Hotch offers but quickly gets told no.
The pair get into a silence with lots of romantic and sexual tension in the room. "So why is a uni film maker doing in a party like this?" Hotch asks getting closer to Y/n and leaning on the wall. Y/n swallows deeply and shyly tilts his head away from Hotch. "Well Jules dragged me here. One for free food and drinks. Second she wanted me and my other roommates to meet someone special to her and if we were lucky i'll find my own that what she said at least in her words." Hotch hums and thinks for a second before taking his large hand cupping your jaw and forcing you softly to look at him. You slowly look up into his eyes in awe staring at his features up close.
"I guess you were lucky today. How about we make a deal? You be my companion like my boyfriend. Your job is simple take care of my needs and sometimes treat each other like we are a couple. In return you can get a five-hundred pay each week and everything you want in your dreams okay?" Y.n thinks about it and says "I aspect the deal. Like your my sugar daddy." You giggle and kiss the tip of his nose. Aaron kisses the top of your head and wraps his arms around you cradling you.
HEADCANONS NOW!!
You sitting on Hotch lap every time you have to take a seat. And always choosing Hotch straddling his leg or sitting on his lap fully. He always pull you to his lap even though it can be like seven open seats.
Him and you taking faceless pictures all of the time. Hotch feels kinda insecure of his face always getting told he looked scary or mean. So you thought of a way so it doesn't make him uncomfortable when you take pictures of him. And plus you both look hot together in the pictures like you sitting in his lap while his veiny hand on your thigh. Makes the two of you look hot when you post it and everything.
He buys you clothes that go with your style or aesthetic. Like if you wear street wear or something like in the 90s or 80s he'll buy it out of kindness.
Trying to keep your relationship hidden from the team. You both don't mind showing pda at all and actually you both are quite seen as a handsy couple. But he just doesn't want his nosy co-workers to be in his business all of the time.
Him teaching you how to defend yourself and his worst fear is seeing you in a case as an unsub or a victim. It's one of the other few things that keeps him awake at night so that's one of the main reasons why he tries to keep you away from his work.
You babysit jack when hes away at work so it kinda pushes the boundary of just Sugar daddy and sugar baby. To which that you both don't mind pushing the boundary it makes the both of you feel closer together and let other hidden feelings out.
He sends you food and clothes and other things you enjoy when hes gone for a while.
You and him go to fancy dates and places as dates but when you both feel lazy yall have a picnic or an in-home date. And sometimes go out for lunch between work or going to the movies.
He probably likes taking those aesthetic couple pictures like the ones you see on tiktok a lot. It makes him feel that he caught up to the trends with you. It makes you happy so hes happy.
OKAY BACK TO THE ONE-SHOT
Y/n and Hotch have been doing the deal for a couple months now everything is running smoothly with no arguments or anything toxic. Hotch had to leave work with an excuse that "Jack needs me" Which wasn't a total lie. The messy duo Derek and Penelope felt like something fishy was going on and left in secret to follow their boss. Once Aaron arrived at a McDonald's he walked inside fast. Derek and Penelope give each other a look before putting on a childish disguise before heading in. They walked in just in time to see Aaron wrap his arms around a smaller man kissing him deeply. And pull away once they hear Jack shout "Ewww! dad and papa!" Penelope mouth drops the floor and takes pictures of the unknown man and Derek pulls his shades down a little making sure hes seeing what Penelope is seeing.
They spend thirty minutes there until the family gets up leaving the fast food place. Derek and Penelope hurries off to the window spying on them. Hotch bends down and gives Jack a big huge kissing his head before standing up taking the unknown man's waist before pulling him into a makeout. The couple pulls away when they hear Jack whining about going home. The couple pulled away getting into a quick hug before going into their separate ways. Penelope and Derek bolt out of the place and get into the car driving to work passing the speed limit. The duo makes it there before Hotch and they go to Penelope bat cave. Penelope loads up pictures of Y/n and does research on him
"His name is Y/n m/n L/n hes a junior in U/n and majoring in Film. Hes been arrested once for fighting and jumping the people he jumped with are John lakey, Quin beck and Jules McLean and them three are his current roommates." Penelope proceeds to dig deeper on him going into his social media stalking him and gasping a little when she sees the huge amount of followers. "These pictures are...erotic.
Always faceless with a lewd or romantic poses." Penelope says pointing at the veins. "Thats boss man's hands." Derek says leaning in closer to the screen."Never knew he was into those types of young men." Penelope checks Y/n following and hes only following one person. She clicks on it and the user name is called "The only4" It has even a bigger amount of following. The pictures and videos are just Y/n and his roommates. "They seem to be close." Derek says point at a video where Jules and Y/n are making out. "Do you think they're a y'know?" Penelope says scrolling down on their pictures and videos and stops at one letting out an exaggerated gasp. The picture is the four of them sitting on a people who looks rich and tough but faces are blurred out leaving only the roommates faces are seen. Penelope zooms in on Y/n and shows Derek Hotch watch hes wearing. Derek hears footsteps and quickly shuts off everything. "Hotch has a sugar baby! WHAT THE FUCK!" Penelope whisper shouts at Derek. "Holy hell, the big man got some game." Derek whispers back looking at Penelope back. The door opens by Spencer saying that we got a case.
At the round table Penelope has to show some information to the team with her laptop. No problem for her only that she forgot to close out of Y/n Instagram. She connects the laptop to the TV to present and she opens her laptop. And the whole team gasped. The TV screen is showing Y/n shirtless wear saggy pants and a cowboy hat while Jules is kissing his neck. The team room gets quiet when Hotch opens the door staring at the screen confused and puzzled. He looks at the team then looks at Penelope and Derek looking guilty together.
"Garcia and Morgan my office now!"
#x male reader#criminal minds x male reader#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotchner x male reader#the bear club
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